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first chapter, read it again as I have made some changes.
Chapter 2
She looked at him with one brow raised. They stared steadfastly at each other for an unmeasured amount of time. Without warning Hermione leaped from her chair and crossed to the closet door in three long strides. She exited none too quietly or politely, leaving Draco to sit in the near darkness for a matter of minutes.
The boy, starting to get impatient upon awaiting her return, stood and started to wander around the cramped space. He wearily examined posters of what he assumed were muggle music groups. Eve 6? Sum41? Billy Talent? Odd names for bands if you asked him. Turning away from the pictures, he made his way over to the basket Hermione had been.
"And what, pray tell, are these?" Draco asked no one in particular.
"CD's," stated a voice from behind him, causing Draco to jump, "A muggle device. You use them to listen to songs. Would you like to hear one?"
"Granger," He started, turning to face her, "I have no time for stupid contraptions, and neither do you. I should be going. You have troubled souls and wounded psyches to save and salvage, do you not?"
"On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy," She retorted, "Today, you are my only 'wounded psyche', as you so tactfully put it. I asked the professor if I could take you on as a special case for the day." It was her turn to don the infamous 'bastard smirk' (Named so by her, Harry and Ron) as Draco gaped at her like a deer in headlights.
"Cut the crap and give me a break, Granger. I don't want to be here any more than you want me to. So, why don't you pronounce me 'saved' or 'ready for social contact' or what ever the fuck it is that you do here and let me take my leave."
"Tsk-tsk, Draco, no need to cuss," Hermione admonished in the way a mother would to her spoiled son. "You're obviously here for a reason, and my job is to-"
"The only reason I'm here, /i," he said, being sure to add extra spite to her name, "Is because my family is dead!" He barely gave her time to process what he had said before he began on again. "That's right- DEAD- Granger. As doornails. Dumbledore sent me here, as he is now my guardian. I'm supposed to learn respect for muggles and get some help with my attitude problem or some crock of shit. He may be a genius... But there is a fine line between genius and insanity."
Hermione didn't know what to say. That was a first. Usually she couldn't shut up, even when she had nothing to say.
"Well, regardless, I'm getting paid to help you. And I have no intention of letting Dumbledore down. So, either you pick a CD, or all the awkward moments which are sure to come will be silent."
"Fine, then. What about Billy Talent?"
"Thoroughly depressing," she stated. "I bet you'd enjoy it."
Chapter 2
She looked at him with one brow raised. They stared steadfastly at each other for an unmeasured amount of time. Without warning Hermione leaped from her chair and crossed to the closet door in three long strides. She exited none too quietly or politely, leaving Draco to sit in the near darkness for a matter of minutes.
The boy, starting to get impatient upon awaiting her return, stood and started to wander around the cramped space. He wearily examined posters of what he assumed were muggle music groups. Eve 6? Sum41? Billy Talent? Odd names for bands if you asked him. Turning away from the pictures, he made his way over to the basket Hermione had been.
"And what, pray tell, are these?" Draco asked no one in particular.
"CD's," stated a voice from behind him, causing Draco to jump, "A muggle device. You use them to listen to songs. Would you like to hear one?"
"Granger," He started, turning to face her, "I have no time for stupid contraptions, and neither do you. I should be going. You have troubled souls and wounded psyches to save and salvage, do you not?"
"On the contrary, Mr. Malfoy," She retorted, "Today, you are my only 'wounded psyche', as you so tactfully put it. I asked the professor if I could take you on as a special case for the day." It was her turn to don the infamous 'bastard smirk' (Named so by her, Harry and Ron) as Draco gaped at her like a deer in headlights.
"Cut the crap and give me a break, Granger. I don't want to be here any more than you want me to. So, why don't you pronounce me 'saved' or 'ready for social contact' or what ever the fuck it is that you do here and let me take my leave."
"Tsk-tsk, Draco, no need to cuss," Hermione admonished in the way a mother would to her spoiled son. "You're obviously here for a reason, and my job is to-"
"The only reason I'm here, /i," he said, being sure to add extra spite to her name, "Is because my family is dead!" He barely gave her time to process what he had said before he began on again. "That's right- DEAD- Granger. As doornails. Dumbledore sent me here, as he is now my guardian. I'm supposed to learn respect for muggles and get some help with my attitude problem or some crock of shit. He may be a genius... But there is a fine line between genius and insanity."
Hermione didn't know what to say. That was a first. Usually she couldn't shut up, even when she had nothing to say.
"Well, regardless, I'm getting paid to help you. And I have no intention of letting Dumbledore down. So, either you pick a CD, or all the awkward moments which are sure to come will be silent."
"Fine, then. What about Billy Talent?"
"Thoroughly depressing," she stated. "I bet you'd enjoy it."